AAARRGGGHHH!
I
hate it when
Spooks ends a season on a cliffhanger. And we have to wait until next year to find out what happens...
Kai's selection procedures for 2006 admissions letter arrived from John Cabot this morning. His Non-verbal Reasoning Test is at 1.30 pm on Saturday 3
rd December at the College and will last an hour and a half. This test is to place the children in their ability band: the
real test, the 'guided interview', is on Friday 13
th of January 2006. [bemused] This has always been a lucky day for us, but I do wonder if choosing it was deliberate, a way to throw the superstitious off their stride. There are 855 children trying for 156 places, so competition's going to be pretty fierce...
Quyn had a vet's appointment this afternoon - just a check up and for him to get a repeat prescription. The vet is quite pleased with him, but warned that the arthritis might get worse with the cold damp weather. He's doing well though, for an old dog, still acts as though he thinks he's a puppy!
Seriously considered cutting off my plait this afternoon. It's heavy and hot and a pain to look after. Just recently I've taken to leaving it in while I wash my hair - saves the ten minutes it now takes to replait it. Only I've
now found that if I do this more than twice in a row it mats at the back of my neck - and it takes good five minutes of finger combing to untangle it (since I don't think dreadlocks would suit me) as I discovered tonight.
Then I caught a glimpse of it in the mirror, all ringletty and Pre-Raphaelite and thick and shiny. And it nearly reaches the backs of my knees when it's wet. [sigh] It's taken ten years to grow it this long. I'll defer cutting it off a little longer.
Ken took a call from the H-C robot this evening. New fridge-freezer to be delivered tomorrow. Sometime between 8am and 6pm: they'll probably ring in the morning with a more specific time. At least these extra few days have allowed me to just about empty the freezer.
Dark City is on TV. Terrific film. Though I've only just noticed the strangers' costumes are very reminiscent of the Cenobytes in the
Hellraiser films. Their teeth chatter too...
Dreams is coming along, but slowly.
... I've... I've... just seen the Egg-card advert... I'm traumatised, I tell you,
traumatised...
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Joules *Dances with Haddock* Taylor
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